My heart is small, like a love of buttons or black pepper.
Sarah J. SloatMots clés love poetry heart sympathy buttons pepper
God have pity on the smell of gasoline
which finds its way like an arm
through a car window,
more human than kerosene,
more unctuous, more manly.
Mots clés god driving masculinity gasoline kerosene
For a moment the radio wavered between stations
and I was so busy
making myself marvelous.
Mots clés self chance chances radio
I might walk vast expanses
of earth and always be beginning
and I love beginning
or could learn
to love it.
Mots clés optimism love walking beginnings training
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